Nordic Noir Novels & Stories

"Listen here, asshole. You better watch your back. You may have won this deal with the movie production, but..." "But what? Are you going to steal the next one by wiggling your ass and batting those eyelashes? Typical women." He shook his head. "Try and stop me, asshole," I snarled. I was at my wits with this man. Who does he think he is? "I will stop you right now! SECURITY!" Nolan's booming voice echoed through the walls, and soon, every guest and their mothers were staring at me. Shit...this is bad. I see David looking at me in the distance.

The kind of peace that felt wrong when everything inside me was screaming. The golden ray of sunlight stayed on one side of my face, warm against my skin. I closed my eyes, letting the heat sink in, and pulled air deep into my lungs. The breeze carried the scent of pine and something floral I couldn't quite place. I hadn't let myself think about all kinds of horrible things. Horrible things included how I'd likely get arrested if anyone found out I was having an affair with the leader of the darkest organization the NHPD had been obsessing over and going after for years. The Maestro.

It took over an hour before sirens finally tore through the silence of the frozen plain. I was crouched behind a rock, maybe 30 feet from the car, wrapped in a mud-stained parka. My hands wouldn't let go of a nearly dead power bank. Forensics, highway patrol, and local detectives all showed up together. Six people had come out here to the Northwind Trail for the trip. Only one of us was still breathing. The other five were trapped in their seats by seatbelts, bodies bent at impossible angles.

The crack of gunfire echoed across the snow-covered lodge grounds, splitting the serene morning like a lightning bolt. Sebastian Volkov barely had time to register the sound before instinct took over. He shoved Noelle to the ground behind a decorative ice sculpture shaped like a reindeer. Snow sprayed into the air as she landed with an undignified “oof.” “Daddy!” she shrieked. “What’s happening?” “Stay down,” Sebastian growled, rolling over to cover her. His eyes darted to Nyra, who was already scanning the perimeter, a small pistol in hand—tenser than anyone should ever be before breakfast.

Magnus' POV I drove up to the gates of the main pack area of the Western Nordic Pack. We have a number of pack houses across our pack lands, as the size of it is all of Norway and parts of Sweden, but this is where the Alpha family live and work from. I stopped at the gates and one of the guards approached my car, as soon as they saw it, he bared his neck and then waved for another guard to open the gate to let me through. I wound the window down as I approached.

A loud scream tears out of me as I watch in horror as Aaron lays helplessly on the ground and Nick brings down the sword. It’s like time slows, the blade hanging suspended in the air. The snap of a bow from somewhere behind. The whistling of an arrow as it races through the air towards it’s unique victim. Just as the sword slices into Aaron’s abdomen the arrow whizzes over him and embeds itself in Nick’s chest. As Nick releases the sword and staggers backwards time speeds back up. Nick lifts his head as if in shock to find Natalie standing in Ash’s driveway with the bow drawn and a arrow notched. Her hair tumbling down her back, her clothes mattered in blood and grim but her eyes set in a de

Then everything stopped. She opened her eyes slowly, darkness. Everything was pure black, a haunting light appeared off in the distance. Then a rush of wind. Nora shielded her eyes. A metal smell flooded her nose. Her stomach curled in on itself. She knew the smell right away. It was a smell that hunted her. Blood. Images began to flash through her head. A family slaughtered in a small cabin. Wolf tracks on the floor covered in blood. A woman comes home to find her family dead. The image hurt, she knew how it felt. The next flash was the same woman wearing a gray vail over her face in mourning. She stood over a candle burning something. She was mumbling words in a foregn language. Images of

‎ ‎I thought to myself, Once I’m back from my travels, maybe I’ll buy a place like this, live on my own and enjoy my own company. ‎ ‎But that was something for the future. Sophie had already planned out our travel route. ‎ ‎A few days ago, when she came to visit me, she took my passport with her and handled all the visa and flight arrangements. ‎ ‎I spent the evening at her flat, re-packing my travel luggage. ‎ ‎Later that night, Sophie, Ariana, and I headed to the airport for our first stop, Norway. ‎ ‎Norway, one of the five Nordic countries, is known for its winter trips, with skiing and the Aurora Borealis as the main attractions. Sophie’s plan was to chase the Aurora, immerse ourselves

asked Eamon. “Because of the shocking brutality of the crime. Blood feeding is strictly forbidden, and for good reason. There’s no telling what he did to his victim, or what’s left of the person.” He shook his head. “No, it’s a certainty he’s guilty, and if so, a monster like that belongs with the other monsters in Noirvald.” North scowled at him. “I’m the victim, and I wouldn’t classify myself as that.” She showed the bellhop her unblemished throat. “It healed completely within seconds.”

The building was still as cold as they remembered. The corridors were silent to death. Dim lights add to the chillness of the walls. A certain odour lingered in the dark holes in the walls. It was a castle. But it seemed like nobody lived in it. A faint hint of blood entered Max's nostrils and he held his breath. It burnt his inside.